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Hii! I'm finally back from vacation :))

Hopefully, I can make up for not updating for four days (I think?)

Enjoy.

WARNING!!: SOPHITZ, anger, abuse, trauma and angst

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Keefe watched. He stood and watched, on the sidelines, as the love of his life danced with someone who wasn't him. Got married to someone who wasn't him.

They stared into each other's eyes, honey-golden brown meeting (boring-old) teal. She wore a gorgeous white gown, a tradition from the Forbiddion Cities. Fitz was just wearing a plain old black tuxedo, his hair barely styled and his eyes dull and bored as he gazed around the room.

His fists clenched. He would be so much better, would be overjoyed, thinking it was a dream if he ever got a chance to marry Sophie Foster.

Sophie glanced at him, emotions in her eyes that she knew he would understand.

She doesn't want this.

This isn't who she wants to marry.

She wants to leave.

She loves YOU.

But Keefe looked away, convincing himself that it was just his stupid thoughts trying to convince him to do something, well, stupid. He didn't see when Fitz's hands on her forearms tightened painfully, didn't hear her pained wince, didn't see everyone else's sad expressions and hopeful glances at him.

That he would notice and would get her out of there, because they couldn't.

It had to be him.

But Keefe didn't notice, didn't see, didn't hear, didn't understand. How could he?

He was convinced that Fitzphie had won. That he was just..unneeded.

At least, to Sophie.

If only he could have realized how wrong he was earlier.

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321 words.

OOF, I FEEL LIKE I haven't updated in foreverrrr. Sorry for the angst and for the short oneshot, but I think I'll make a part two or part three for this. I kinda like the concept (if that makes sense?)

Happy Reading,

-ella